We die into memories of the living; life comes at an age like a friend to only call a fiend at the end. We ask why now when we know how. Losing somebody you love is truly a pain you can only not want to explain with the voluntaries of emotions that are promotional to a sad face. You sustain happiness at each day that prevails with the little hope of the unknown knowing you will never know. We rest our comfort in the peace to cherish a well lived life to what is a piece of our own hearts. Our eyes fill in the go away spirit to cry tears of hurt, we put aside dark and cherish the spark of what will never be sparkling in the scar convictions to celebrate or curse.
Most is lost in the cost of a day in a way that it will always forever be gone. I carry my heart each day with love to cherish and sadness to find peace. I ask how can something so careful and beautiful at a breath be done out by worth when all that is earth goes gloom? Precious at being timely, seconds are more; life is the most amazing thing. We spend our time on prescription everything-what to wear, eat, drink and love-we become ourselves when the nonsense manual written by hypocrites on how we should live our lives don’t matter.
We honor fools in a wagon and a horse to wag its tail with a flag and call it patriotism. Patriotism belongs to men and women who sleep on orthopedic beds and still have the courage to overcome their back pains in adversity to work for more than 35 years to be honored with nothing but executive oppression. Let’s love those we love now.
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